Mountains of Snow

Breakfast?

"I thought you were a burglar."

"A burglar?" He yelled covering his left eye. "Why the f**k would you think that?" His voice kind of drifted as he closed his other eye and laid his head on the floor.

"Because everyone left for a movie, I thought I was alone."

"I thought I was alone." He sighed, his face cringed at the pain I inflicted on him.

"Maybe you shouldn't have put your gaurd down."

His eyes opened back up, obviously filled with rage. "Maybe you shouldn't've hit me in the face with a f*****g frying pan!"

"I didn't hit you that hard." I rolled my eyes.

"You still hit me in the face with a frying pan! It hurts like hell!" He laid his head back down in rest.

"I doubt I even gave you a concussion."

"You still hit me in the face with a frying pan." He kept his eyes shut. His voice wasn't loud, it was low.

"I'm a medical student, if something severe happened I'd, probably, do something." I shrugged.

"You still hit me on the face with a frying pan."

"You keep saying that." I sighed.

"Maybe that's because you hit me in the face with a frying pan." He was focusing on his head as he laid there.

I walked to his right shoulder and sat on my knees. "Open your eyes." I spoke.

"No." He mumbled still focusing on his pain.

"Yes, open your eyes."

"Why?" His mumble seemed angry.

"I want to know if you have to go to a hospital or not."

He let out a deep grumble and opened his already uncovered eye before moving his eyebrow up in a 'good enough?' manner.

"I need to see both of your eyes."

He sighed out again before lifting his left hand from his other eye.

I looked closer at his eyes and spoke, "Your pupils are normal. Are you sleepy?" I placed my hands gently on his neck to see if it was stiff.

"Not since you hit me in the face with a frying pan." Mark answered.

"You can breathe?" I kinda asked.

"Yes." He sighed out.

"Can you move all of your limbs?" I asked checking his pulse, heart rate was normal.

Mark moved his arms then his legs. "Yes." He rolled his eyes. "I'm going to sit up now." He mumbled.

I placed my hands behind his neck, just in case.

Mark sat up and turned to his side to look at me. "So what? Did you kill me?"

"No, you're fine." My fingers wrapped around the frying pan's handle before I stood.

"Are you sure? Because I haven't felt fine since you hit me in the face with a frying pan."

"That's just a symptom of me hitting you in the face with a frying pan." I walked over to the fridge. "If you start throwing up, bleeding from anywhere on your head, or feeling unusual, tell me." Opening the freezer I searched and quickly found a ice pack. "For now you can just ice down your head." I tossed the light bag over to Mark, him catching it, that's a good sign. "It might make you feel better."

"You know what might make me feel even better?"

"Me not hitting you in the face with a frying pan?" I asked sarcastically.

"I was about to say breakfast, but that too." He lightly placed the ice pack above his left eye.

"I'm gonna make pancakes, how many do you want?" I closed the freezer and started searching for the pancake mix mom brought.

"Four." Mark replied shuffling back down the hallway.

"I'll holler when they're done."

"Alright." He mumbled.

My eyes drifted along the counter tops before spotting the big bag of buttermilk pancake mix. I set the pan on the counter then walked to the bag and ripped the top open.

That was Mark.

Mark is one of the many people staying in this cabin that I don't know very well.

I know his name. He knows mine, I think.

We aren't related so it's pointless to spend my precious, limited time in Colorado with him.

Don't get me wrong I'd love to know who he is and what he cares about but I came to this cabin to spend time with my family. I didn't get to see half of my family last night when I got in. Most of them were sleeping. Though I am excited to see them when they get back.

Half an hour passed before I was nearing any sign of real pancakes. That was about the time I had finally found out how to use the cabin's stove.

I mumbled along with the copyrighted song while swiftly sliding my spatula under the cooked pancake, flipping it onto a plate. "Wait, did he say four or five?" I squinted my eyes in thought. Shrugging I realized I couldn't remember and continued pouring pancake batter on the pan. My hips moved side to side to the medium tempo beat. "When will they be here?" I wondered to myself.

I wish everyone would get back sooner. I just so badly want to see my brother and sisters, the nieces and nephews, and my parents, I am terribly excited for them to return to the cabin. Just the thought made me jump in excitement. I started to sway side to side at a quicker pace.

It was obvious how silly I looked. But excitement makes fools of all of us.

Moments later I flipped the last pancake onto a plate in preparation for breakfast. I had made at least thirty pancakes, most of which would be waiting for my family. The other pancakes though, those were for Mark and I.

"Pancakes are done!" I yelled, quickly grabbing a hot pancake and tossing it onto my own plate. The pancakes looked delicious and I was starving.

"Finally." A single, muffled word came from the hallway. In seconds Mark's room door opened and I could see the bruise on his forehead clearly.

"Keep up that attitude and they're all mine."